This is a song about "Weed bitches money bois dope noghts"

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo